Madness of Menopause

The Madness of Menopause

Going through menopause feels like being thrust into madness. Not the kind of madness I can shake off with a good night’s sleep or a glass of wine. No, this is deeper, stranger—a wild, unrelenting upheaval of my body, mind, and soul.

It crept up on me in whispers at first—a forgotten word here, a sleepless night there. But then, one day, it barreled through like a storm. I found myself standing in the kitchen, staring at an egg, and suddenly, I couldn’t remember if I was supposed to boil it or fry it. My thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind, and I felt like a stranger in my own mind.

The hot flashes arrived without warning, like infernos rising from deep within me, burning through my patience and my carefully crafted poise. I snapped at my partner for leaving the lights on, burst into tears over a laundry commercial, and then sat there quietly, stunned at how volatile I’d become.

My body, once familiar, had become a stranger. My joints ached as if they belonged to someone decades older. My skin felt too tight in some places, too loose in others—never just right. And the fatigue? It was bone-deep, a weariness no amount of rest could cure.

But the real madness wasn’t just in the physical symptoms. It was in the unraveling—the slow, inevitable shedding of who I thought I was. Menopause didn’t politely knock on my door; it kicked it in and rearranged everything inside. I lost so much—my sense of control, my memory, my libido, and, at times, my place in the world.

And yet, in the chaos, something stirred—a quiet rebellion against it all. I started to question the rules I’d lived by for decades. Why should I always be composed, accommodating, and strong? Why not be messy, loud, and unapologetically real?

Because that’s the thing about madness: it tears things down, but it also clears space. It was in the rubble that I began to find myself again, raw and unfiltered. Menopause forced me to confront the wild, untamed parts of myself I’d kept hidden for years, and in doing so, it gave me permission to reclaim my power.

Yes, it feels like madness, but maybe madness is exactly what I needed to break free from the cage of who I was and embrace the person I’m becoming. 

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